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April 24, 2007

Try one

Plastic soldiers
are covered in dirt
there's a weary sky
fluttering under her skirt

A bird from a weather
that had gathered together
from here somewhere
the wind had howled

the world had turned
into an automatic twirl
completely alone
the ribonucleic acid burned

Eyes open
to a different sun
but before you leave
would you like to try one?

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